And I can take or leave them as I please

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In lieu of content—

I've seen Robert Altman's MASH (1970) one and a half times, but I'd never seen the television series until tonight; another whole swathe of pop culture I'd missed. There was a thirty-year retrospective and a marathon on, so I watched a handful of episodes, and my reactions are thus: a young Alan Alda? And if there isn't already some unholy crossover in which it is revealed that Major Frank Burns ("Goodbye, ferret-face!") is the ancestor of Arnold Judas Rimmer, Technician Second Class ("Astoundingly zealous. Possibly mad. Probably has more teeth than brain cells"), then the internet is a poorer place than I'd believed.

There will be an actual post when I'm conscious.

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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

M*A*S*H was a lovely show, or, at least, I remember it as such, watching as a wee watermelontail (the last time I saw a full episode it was with my first girlfriend, half a life back thataway). I credit Full Metal Jacket with my utter lack of interest in anything martial, but I suspect that my desire to avoid war and those who fight it has a lot more to do with all the M*A*S*H I watched when I was little.

And if there isn't already some unholy crossover in which it is revealed that Major Frank Burns ("Goodbye, ferret-face!") is the ancestor of Arnold Judas Rimmer, Technician Second Class ...

I just blew soda out my nose.

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

My major attachment to Alan Alda is that he has an ongoing relationship with Scientific American magazine.

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My major attachment to Alan Alda is that he has an ongoing relationship with Scientific American magazine.

The first thing I ever saw him in was an episode of Scientific American Frontiers. The second was Same Time, Next Year. (I'm sorry I didn't see you in that, too.)

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as exciting when I did it. I didn't wear bright orange briefs.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

I saw bits of that marathon too. I grew up watching MASH--my parents' favorite show and we'd all gather around and watch it. (There was no TV in our living room and watching the one in the bassement was sort of an event). I'd almost forgotten why I'd liked it so much. Wish I could have seen more of the marathon.

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Wish I could have seen more of the marathon.

The television schedule in the Boston Globe tells me that there are more episodes on tonight (on TVL, whatever that is), as well as the original film. I may watch.

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M*A*S*H was a lovely show, or, at least, I remember it as such, watching as a wee watermelontail

I may need to reserve judgment until I've seen more than three and a half episodes. I found it a very different creature from the film, whose comedy is much blacker—I was impressed with the show's willingness to kill off a main character in the middle of its run (and I think that if I'd had more than an episode's familiarity with the cast, it would have made a real impact), but in general the characters seemed more screwball, less sharp-edged. But there might have been more difficult episodes if I'd stayed up for them. And the ones I saw were certainly funny.

but I suspect that my desire to avoid war and those who fight it has a lot more to do with all the M*A*S*H I watched when I was little.

Hmm. That is a recommendation.

I just blew soda out my nose.

"Holly, as the Esperantinos would say—bonvolu alsendi la pordiston? Lausajne estas rano en mia bideo. And I think we all know what that means."

"Yeah. It means, 'Could you send for the hall porter? There appears to be a frog in my bidet.'"

"Is it? Well, what's that one about, 'Your father was a baboon's rump and your mother spent most of her life up against walls with sailors'?"

"I'm not telling you."